Friday, June 30, 2006

Pineapple Millionaire Pie

Furr's Famous Pineapple Millionaire Pie
Edited 4/1/06: I take everything I said about this pie earlier. It's really good! Just be sure to let it sit in the refrigerator 8 hours before serving. It's great. Also, use a shortbread crust. Here's the recipe:
Furr's Famous Pineapple Millionaire Pie
2 cups sifted powdered sugar
1 stick butter, softened
2 large eggs
1/8 tsp salt (I omitted this because I used salted butter)
1/2 tsp vanilla extract
2 store-bought 9 inch shortbread crusts
1 cup heavy cream
1/2 cup shifted powdered sugar
1 20oz can of crushed pineapple, well drained
1/2 cup finely chopped pecans or walnuts
1 large container of Cool Whip
Cream together 2 cups powdered sugar and 1 stick butter with electric mixer. Add eggs, salt and vanilla. Beat until light and fluffy. Spread evenly into pie crusts, then chill.
Whip cream until stiff. Blend in 1/2 cup powdered sugar. Fold in pineapple and pecans. Spread this mixture on top of base mixture. Cover with plastic wrap and refrigerate at least 8 hours. Spread Cool Whip on top before serving.
Makes 2 pies. Give one away to someone you love. People love pie!
Written earlier:
Review: Eh. It's good, but not something I'll make again. I'm on a search now for the regular millionaire pie recipe. I'm pretty sure I have it. I think that's what I was thinking this was when I made it. I think the other one has saltine crackers in the middle layer instead of pineapple. On this one, the first layer is custard, second layer is pineapple, whipped cream, sugar & nuts, and the top is Cool Whip. If I made it again, I'd use a shortbread crust instead of a regular crust. You can't beat a shortbread crust. Words to live by, or at least bake by. See ya.

The D-D-Doctor (That's Mean)

I updated my last post to include before photos. Check it out.

I have an appointment with a new doctor this morning. I hadn’t gotten a new primary care doctor since we moved. This guy is Asian and looks like he’s 12 years old. It’s so weird that doctors are starting to all be younger than me now. That’s just wrong. Anyway, I guess I’ll go get prodded and poked. I’m sure I’m healthy as a horse. I think just need some stronger blood pressure medicine. (Thanks Mom & Dad)

I’ll try to sneak some pictures and post more when I get home. It’s sad when a doctor’s appointment is the most exciting thing in your day. You want my life, don’t you?

Update at 1:20 p.m.

I'm back from the doctor. He's a tiny little thing, and he stutters. Good Lord. It was all I could do not to help him spit out what he was trying to say. Poor guy. I feel bad for him since he has to talk to people, alot of them strangers, all day. It wasn't really, really bad, but he definitely has a problem. Overall, I liked him. He asked a lot of questions and was very thorough. I did get a prescription for high blood pressure and tachycardia. My resting heart rate was 108 today. It's been that way for several years now. This new medicine should take care of both problems. He thought lowering my heart rate would give me more energy too, but it could have the opposite effect and to let him know. I must be old talking about my medical problems. Next thing ya know I'll be telling y'all about my poop. I'm always telling Barnaby about my poop -- the consistency and color and stuff. What?! Is that wrong? He always asks me why I didn't just take a picture of it to show him. Heh. Some day I'll surprise him.

I'm making two Furr's Famous Pineapple Millionaire Pies. I'll get a picture when they're done and post the recipe. I'm going to take one of them to my brother-in-law. My sister has been out of town, so I think he and his son will enjoy it. I made sausage, beans and rice for dinner last night. It sure was good. I used some leftover bratwurst from our party last Saturday and half a package of regular smoked sausage. YUM.

Thursday, June 29, 2006

Eyes, 10 Days After

Before 10 Days After
Those before pictures aren't real good. Sorry. I thought I had better ones for comparison. You can see a difference, but it's subtle. The doctor said it would keep tightening up for a few weeks and look better and better.

Tuesday, June 27, 2006

Tuesday Recipe: Homemade Kahlua

This is TONS cheaper than buying it and it tastes the same. I have to credit my MIL, Bonnie, for this recipe. She gave me a bunch of family recipes when Barnaby and I first got married, and this one was in there. Hi, Bonnie!


1 ½ cups sugar
1 oz. instant coffee granules
1 ½ cups boiling water
1 ½ cups 100 proof Vodka
1 tsp vanilla

Add sugar and coffee granules to boiling water. Stir until sugar dissolves. Remove from heat and let cool. When cool, add vodka and vanilla.

I don’t know how long this lasts. I store mine in a jar with a lid in the cupboard. (I said cupboard instead of pantry for you, Boon Pappy. Are you happy?)

I use this mostly in recipes. I have a Kahlua Bundt Cake recipe and a Kahlua Pie recipe (ice cream pie) that I use this in. If anybody wants those recipes, leave a comment and I’ll email them to you.

Monday, June 26, 2006

My Monday

I just finished my work for the day. I stayed up late last night working so I would be finished early today and could do whatever want. I'd like to bake something. I found an easy recipe for cream cheese danish that I bought the stuff for at the grocery store. Maybe I'll make that and see if it's worthy of tomorrow's recipe entry. I get the stitches taken out of my eyelids this afternoon at 2:45. I'll take another picture when the bruising is gone completely.

Lying in bed Saturday night, I had a whole entry worked out in my head. It was good, too, but I can’t for the life of me remember even what the subject matter was. I should have gotten up and scribbled a note. It's gone forever I guess.

Ho, hum. La-tee-da. Diddle-dee-dum. Sorry, I'm blank. I'll try again later.

Friday, June 23, 2006

Brett Somers


I just love Brett Somers. She's the kind of person I would love to be friends with. I bet she's got some great stories. I was just reading some things online, and I saw something that made me smile. She was talking about how much fun it was working with Charles Nelson Riley on Match Game back in the 70s. She said, "Charles never called me Brett. He always called me Susan for no reason at all." It made me smile because Boon Pappy calls me Suzanne all the time.


She still looks pretty good, doesn't she?

Birth name: Audrey Sommers
Stage name: Brett Somers
Birthdate: 7/11/24
Birthplace: New Brunswick, Canada
Spouse: Jack Klugman (1953 - 1974)
Children: 3; Adam, David, Leslie

Brett's career on Match Game came quite unexpectedly. According to a recent interview, she reported that her husband at the time, Jack Klugman, was asked to be a panelist on the show. Fortunately for Brett, when the phone call came from the station, Jack was out of town."...When we got to California 'Match Game' asked if Jack and I would do it. And I said, 'Jack's on the road,' so they said, 'Would you do it?,' and I said, 'Sure!' So I did it!..." Although Jack appeared, he didn't bond well with the show and its format, however Brett adapted quite quickly. She became great friends with Charles Nelson Reilly - who sat to her left, and got along marvelously with the host, Gene Rayburn. Nine years later, after the Rayburn era was cancelled, she was a guest-panelist on the remake; Match Game '90 and now is living comfortably in Conneticut and starring in her own one-woman cabaret show; "An Evening with Brett Somers."

There's Gold in Them Thar Books!


I absolutely love finding handwritten recipes. And when they're written by family, it's even better. They're like little nuggets of family gold. The one pictured above was written by my great grandmother, Ova Dove Cullins. Whenever I go to garage sales, estate sales or flea markets, I always head for the cookbooks and go through them to see if anyone has left a treasure for me. I've even found handwritten recipes inside library books. I always wonder if it was left there purposefully for someone to find. I feel like I've found someone's secret diary or love letter, and I wonder who they were and what their life was like. I need to start hand-writing some recipes and leaving them in random books for someone to find years down the road. I hope it makes them as happy as it makes me.

Thursday, June 22, 2006

Day 4

Eye Job, Day 4

I wouldn't say it's looking better, but it is looking different. The bruising has slowly spread around and under my eyes and they're starting to itch. From what I can tell right now, I'm happy with them. Looks like he did a good job of not taking too much or leaving too much. I can't wait to get the stitches out. They're bugging me. I have to wait until next Monday for that.

I went to the grocery store this morning with my Hollywood sunglass on so I wouldn't scare anyone. I had to go buy stuff for Saturday night when I'm having a bunch of family over for a 4th of July get-together. The city's fireworks display is that night, and we can see it perfectly from our backyard. I guess I'll wear my Hollywood glasses then too. I can't wear any make-up until after I get the stitches out on Monday.

Wednesday, June 21, 2006


Eye Job, Day 3

Yep, I had an eye job. Looks pretty, no? I wasn't going to post anything here about it, but I changed my mind. I just had a little extra skin (okay alot!) taken off my upper lids. Hopefully, I'll no longer look like Cro-Magnon Man with the heavy brow/lids. Now I just have to do something about my knuckles dragging the ground. More later. I need another nap. Getting gorgeous takes a lot out of ya.

Tuesday, June 20, 2006

Tuesday Recipe: Turkey & Dressing Roll-ups

This is another favorite recipe. It’s very easy and tastes great. Serve with chilled, jellied or whole cranberry sauce, mashed potatoes, green beans and rolls, and you’ve got Thanksgiving dinner, only way easier.

Turkey Stuffing Roll-Ups

1 package (6oz) stuffing mix (I use Stove Top)
1 can cream of chicken soup, undiluted
¾ cup milk
1 pound deli smoked turkey
1 can French-fried onions, crushed

Preheat oven to 350 degrees F. Prepare stuffing mix according to package directions. Meanwhile, in a bowl, combine soup and milk; set aside. Spoon about ¼ cup stuffing onto each turkey slice, roll up and place in a greased 13 x 9 baking dish. Pour soup mixture over roll-ups. Bake uncovered, at 350 degrees for 20 minutes. Sprinkle with onions and bake 5 minutes longer or until heated through. Makes 6 servings.

Sunday, June 18, 2006

Father's Day

We had a nice Father's Day with my Dad. We went to a steak place with him and my mom, my sister, her husband and his son. Then we came back and had pie my mom had made. It was a sugar-free pineapple pie made with a large can of pineapple, 1 small box of SF instant pudding and 8 oz of cool whip in a graham cracker crust. I guess it's not technically sugar-free because of the crust. My Dad loves it and he's got diabetes.

I don't have a picture for WWC this week. I suck.

We did get more loud storms last night, but the rain gauge only read .10 of an inch. Hmpf. I guess our yard can just dry up and blow away. Well, it's already dried up. All we need now is a good gust of wind. It's time to sign off when I start talking about the weather, huh? I know it's riveting.

I'll be out of pocket all day tomorrow. I doubt I'll post another entry until Tuesday sometime. I'll have a good recipe for ya then. I already have it picked out. You'll love it!

Saturday, June 17, 2006

Saturday Shopping & Product Review

One of the t-shirts I bought.
We’ve had a great day so far. We went shopping at Target, Old Navy, Bed, Bath & Beyond and Academy Sports. There was a Starbucks run and lunch at Chili’s in there somewhere too.

I got a couple of t-shirts, a jean skirt, some ankle socks, a desk clock for my office on clearance, a fancy cheese knife set (a gift for one of Barnaby’s poker buddies who likes to cut the cheese – I mean, likes cheese), some doggie steps to help Phoebe get on the bed (Oh, hush. She’s a cripple and can sleep on the bed if she wants!), six $1 dog toys, a tube pan for baking angel food cake, rubber fishing worms (part of Dad’s Day present, shhh), two magazines (Runners World and Fitness), Brown Sugar & Cinnamon Frosted Mini-Wheats, and a set of biscuit cutters.

I’m dying to make Paula Deen’s yeast biscuit recipe. Now I have a biscuit cutter to do it with. I’ll be cutting that recipe in half though. I just love Paula Deen, don’t you? Hey, Boon Pappy, check out that link at the bottom of that recipe page for "Oyster Shooters." Ha!

We had a storm last night with lightening and thunder and not much else. The rain gauge didn’t even register. We’re supposed to get more storms this evening and in the morning. Hopefully we’ll get more than a bunch of racket and a light show out of those. We’re under water restrictions and can only water our yard one day a week before 10 a.m. and after 6 p.m. That’s not a whole lot of water when it’s 100 degrees in the shade.

Product Review: Johnson's Softwash Body Wash & Moisture Care Baby Wash.

Absolutely fabulous, both of them. I use the one in the white container every day in the bath or shower, and the other stuff goes in all the hand soap dispensers in my house. I just love the smell of baby soap and lotion. Nothing smells cleaner. (More clean?) The Softwash makes a great shaving cream too. It's thick and lathery.

I got one magazine in the mail and two while out shopping today. I’ll be in my happy spot with L.B. if anybody needs me.

That is all. Talk amongst yourselves.

Thursday, June 15, 2006


DATE: June 15, 2006

TO: All Employees

SUBJECT: Cussing at Work

It has been brought to management's attention that some individuals throughout the company have been using foul language during normal conversation with their co-workers. Due to complaints received from some employees who may be easily of fended, this type of language will no longer be tolerated.

We do however realize the critical importance of being able to accurately express your feelings when communicating with co-workers. Therefore, a list of 15 New and Innovative "TRY SAYING" phrases has been provided so that proper exchange of ideas and information can continue in an effective manner.

1) TRY SAYING: I think you could use more training.
INSTEAD OF: You don't know what the f___ you're doing.

2) TRY SAYING: She's an aggressive go-getter.
INSTEAD OF: She's a ball-busting b__ch.

3) TRY SAYING: Perhaps I can work late.
INSTEAD OF: And when the f___ do you expect me to do this?

4) TRY SAYING: I'm certain that isn't feasible.
INSTEAD OF: No f____ing way.

5) TRY SAYING: Really?
INSTEAD OF: You've got to be sh__ing me!

6) TRY SAYING: Perhaps you should check with...
INSTEAD OF: Tell someone who gives a sh__.

7) TRY SAYING: I wasn't involved in the project.
INSTEAD OF: It's not my f___ing problem.

8) TRY SAYING: That's interesting.
INSTEAD OF: What the f___?

9) TRY SAYING: I'm not sure this can be implemented.
INSTEAD OF: This sh__ won't work.

10) TRY SAYING: I'll try to schedule that.
INSTEAD OF: Why the f____ didn't you tell me sooner?

11) TRY SAYING: He's not familiar with the issues.
INSTEAD OF: He's got his head up his a__.

12) TRY SAYING: Excuse me, sir?
INSTEAD OF: Eat sh__ and die.

13) TRY SAYING: So you weren't happy with it?
INSTEAD OF: Kiss my a__.

14) TRY SAYING: I'm a bit overloaded at the moment.
INSTEAD OF: F___ that, I'm on salary.

15) TRY SAYING: I don't think you understand.
INSTEAD OF: Shove it up your a__.

Thank You,
Human Resources

Wednesday, June 14, 2006


She is, y’all. It’s our fault though. We have three dogs and her, so we have always put her food on top of the dryer so the dogs won’t eat it. Up until about two years ago, she could jump up there herself whenever she wanted. Well, she went and got long in the tooth on us. We started picking her up several times a day and putting up there to eat. It was sad to hear a thud when she’d slam into the side of the dryer because she couldn’t jump high enough. So now she stands there in front of the door to the laundry room and “Ahs” forty million times a day. She doesn’t “meow,” and she never has. She opens her mouth and then just says, “Ah!” really bitchy-like with her nose all wrinkled. If she was really hungry it wouldn’t be so irritating. She can’t be hungry that many times a day, and she’s fat so she’s getting plenty of food. Anybody have any ideas? We’ve tried putting a stool in front of the dryer, but she won’t use it. Do you think if we refused to pick her up she’d eventually get so hungry she’d use it? Could we live through two days of nonstop, “Ah!” until she finally uses the stool? Should we lock her in the bathroom twice a day with her food and that’s it? Should we just continue to pick her up forty million times a day and get over it? “Ah! Ah! Ah!” I can’t take it anymore. Maybe every time she says, “Ah!” we should pick her up and throw her ass outside. No, that’s just mean. I couldn’t do that.

I'm having a crappy day. I'm going to bed and it's only 3:00 p.m. I worked until 1:20 a.m. this morning so I deserve it. People are being pains in the ass. Just like Kitty.

Edited at 4:00 p.m. to add:

Dear Hagatha,

I am severing my business ties with you immediately. I do not wish to provide services to you ever again. Every time I have dealings with you, business or otherwise, you always manage to make me feel bad about myself. Of course, it’s always in a backhanded way. You don’t have the guts to be straight-up with me. You are poison. You suck me down into a place I don’t want to be.

I’m a good person, and I’m very good at what I do. I will never again allow you to drag me down. You can rot in that dark, self-made hole alone and spew your toxic negativity until it eats you alive.

Remember, when you need assistance of any kind, call 1-800-DO IT YOURSELF, BITCH!

(Okay, now I’m really going to bed. I would never send a letter like this, but it felt good to write it down. Now maybe I can get over it and move on. I hate feeling this way. People are mean.)

Tuesday, June 13, 2006

Tuesday Recipe: Crispy Fried Chicken

Crispy Fried Chicken

This recipe came from Taste of Home magazine. I'd never made fried chicken with a batter before. It was quite good. If your chicken pieces are big like mine were, you'll need to add two or three minutes to the cooking time on each side. Also, dark meat pieces take longer than white. I would think it was the other way around, but it's not. Cook the legs and thighs longer than the other pieces. I soaked my chicken overnight in bowl of brine (water and salt) before cooking. I used about a quart of water and 2 tbsp kosher salt. No, I'm not Jewish. I only made half of the chicken called for here -- I also used all legs -- but used almost all of the batter. It gets your hands really gooey and messy. That's half the fun. Get your crayolas ready.

Crispy Fried Chicken

4 cups all-purpose flour, divided
2 tbsp garlic salt
1 tbsp paprika
3 tsp pepper, divided
2 1/2 tsp poultry seasoning
2 eggs
1 1/2 cups water
1 tsp salt
2 chickens cut up (3 lbs each)
Oil for frying

In a large resealable plastic bag, combine 2 2/3 cups flour, garlic salt, paprika, 2 1/2 tsp pepper and poultry seasoning. In a shallow bowl, beat eggs and water; add salt and remaining flour and pepper and mix well. Dip chicken in egg mixture, then place in the bag a few pieces at a time and shake until coated. Heat oil to 375 degrees. (I didn't use a thermometer.) Fry chicken several pieces at a time for 5-6 minutes on each side or until golden brown and crispy and juices run clear (9 minutes per side for dark meat). Drain on paper towels. Makes 8 servings.

Monday, June 12, 2006

Product Review & Rambling

I love Starbucks' coffee, and I drink way too much of it. I drink it cold, on ice, with Coffee Mate Original lowfat refrigerated, non-dairy creamer and no sugar. I drink at least two 32-oz glasses of it every day. Barnaby likes his hot, so I just save whatever is left in the pot in a glass pitcher in the fridge for me to drink once it has gotten cold. I hate to pour hot coffee, or even room temperature coffee, over ice. It melts the ice and dilutes the coffee too much. It must be cold when you poor it over the ice. Starbucks needs to learn this. If they're going to have iced coffee on their menu, they should have some refrigerated to serve. They just poor scalding hot coffee over some ice and hand it to you. By the time you get to the door, all the ice has melted and you have semi-cool coffee. Ick. This will serve as my product review for the week. I forgot again last week. No other coffee will do. I can't really tell that it's another brand until I drink it cold. I can definitely tell then if it's not Starbucks. Good Lord. I can't believe I wrote a whole paragraph about coffee. Riveting, no? Um, no.

I don't remember what I was watching, but it was something like 20/20 or Dateline or something. They were interviewing Larry Flynt about him sending a free copy of his magazine, Hustler, every month to all Congressmen which he's done for 30 years. He said he wants them to be familiar with the material they are legislating and making decisions about. They took him to court over it years ago, and he won. The deciding factor was that he sent the magazines to their offices and not their homes, thereby making it job-related material and overriding the fact that they felt it was obscene. Or something like that. Of all of their protesting and the big deal they still make of it, he said, "They gag on a gnat and swallow an alligator." I love that line. I'm not saying I agree or disagree; I just love the line.
This picture of a rose in my backyard would have been a good "feminine" picture for yesterday. Pretty, huh?

Sunday, June 11, 2006


Masculine (Duh)
Barnaby says I phoned this one in. He doesn't like it because he thinks it's too easy/obvious. Maybe he should get a blog and post his pictures, huh? No way. He's skeered.

A Litte Funny For You

Masculine & Feminine

K.D. Lang (Masculine)

Richard Simmons (Feminine)

Ha ha ha ha! Did you laugh? I hope so. Those are not my real pictures for the Weekend Words Challenge. I just couldn't resist!

Saturday, June 10, 2006

Honk, Baaah, Hee-Haw

The picture of the birds in Denise Richard's hair cracks me up. I stole it from today's entry over at Pink is the New Blog. He's always cracking me up with something.

I woke up feeling like crap today. I had a monster headache earlier, and I'm retaining water and bloated. Ugh. PMS. I had a partial hysterectomy years ago, but I still have my ovaries and a hormone cycle. I just don't bleed or get cramps. (Eww, sorry. TMI) Why I felt the need to go into that much of an explanation is beyond me. I took an hour-and-a-half nap and woke up feeling better. At least the headache is gone. I was rudely awoken (awakened?) by Barnaby snoring to beat the band. And he was in another room of the house! I swear he honks and snores and chirps and hee-haws (that's a donkey sound) and baahs (that's a sheep) SO LOUD. It's unbelievable to me that somebody can snore that loud and rattle their head like that without waking up. He stops breathing for short periods too. Then he starts up again by drawing a huge, loud, rattling breath in, and I swear he's going to suck his pillow down his throat some day. He needs to see a doctor. People die from that sleep apnea crap. They either die from lack of oxygen or from being beaten about the head and neck by their PMSing, bloated wife. Did I mention I feel like crap?

Friday, June 09, 2006

Barnaby Will Be Late Tonight

I marked the last thing off of my list at 2:30 today. Woo-hoo! I feel free. I also burned my forearm on a scalding hot cookie sheet. Ouch. It still hurts. Now I'm going to be a leper with a scab on my arm for the next month. Sexy. Will you get a load of those big-ass cookies though? I put a quarter there so you could see how big they are -- an old trick I learned in forensic photography class at Quantico in the '80s. Not really. It's more interesting than saying I saw it on Matlock though. Matlock? I've never even seen one episode. Was that Uncle Jed or Andy? I think Uncle Jed was Barnaby Jones. I'm more of a Magnum PI kind of gal. That makes me just plain old instead of ancient, fixin-to-break-my-hip old. Anywho, I made this recipe except I browned the butter instead of just melting it. Great idea. They are fantastic. I saw the suggestion for doing that over at Cookie Madness. That girl can bake. I don't know how she does it damn near every day though, sometimes she makes more than one recipe. That's madness alright.

K just called and is going to be late getting home tonight. (Stalker alert) They found a body this morning and are running around like, well, Barnaby Jones and Matlock and Magnum, investigating their asses off. People, don't kill somebody and dump their body on a FRIDAY, will ya? Dump it on a Monday or Tuesday, for goodness sake. It'll keep, you self-centered murdering idiot. Put it in a freezer or something like they do on Forensic Files. Now you've ruined my Friday night, and Barnaby's too. I think I'll start calling K Barnaby here. I like it. And if you murderers are reading this, I have big dogs here with me. And a gun. And a rocket launcher. Don't mess with me. Especially if you look like that guy that killed that Bikini Girl, or whatever they're calling it. If you look like him, I'll just die of fright instantly and you won't get to get your rocks off torturing me. Oh, and I have leprosy too. It's really gross. My goodness. Where was I? What was I talking about? Dang, my brain moves fast.

Thursday, June 08, 2006

To Do Lists

I have a list of things to do a mile long and getting longer, and I don’t have time to do any of them. I’m a list-maker. I don’t know how anybody gets anything done without a list. I think of things I need to do while I’m lying in bed before I go to sleep, and I have to get up and write them down. The older I get, the more distracted I get by whatever is right in front of me. If I’m on my way to the kitchen to get coffee and see a spot on the carpet, I go directly for the carpet cleaner and clean up the spot. About an hour later I might remember that I was going to get coffee. Most likely I won’t remember at all though. That happens with more important things, too, but that was the first example I could think of. Soooooo, my list just keeps getting longer because I get distracted by something that’s directly in front of my face, usually work since I get my work via email and I always have my nose stuck in front of this computer. What the hell did we do without these? I have no idea. Probably the things on our never-ending lists.

To Do:

Post Office
Staples for supplies
Finish DP Job
Grocery store
Registration & Labs
Call SB about job
Water front & back
Father’s Day cards
Take a shower and wash the stank off
Remember to eat, drink water, pee, and breathe!

Wednesday, June 07, 2006

Pure Evil

Did y'all see the guy they arrested for the "Bikini Murder" yesterday? He looks so evil! I can't stand to look at him and his cold, dead eyes. I can't imagine what that poor girl went through before he killed her. How horrifying. I couldn't bring myself to post his picture here.

I have lots of work to do today. I'll try to make an entry later.

Tuesday, June 06, 2006

Recipe Tuesday: Cheese Biscuits & Coffee Cake

Recipe #1

I have made these many times, and they are great. I always use a larger 6-muffin tin for these.

Onion Cheese Biscuits

1/2 cup milk
1 egg
1 Tbsp butter or margarine, melted
1 1/2 cups biscuit/baking mix (like Bisquick)
3/4 cup shredded cheddar cheese
1/2 cup finely chopped onion

In a bowl, combine the milk, eff and butter. Add biscuit mix, cheese and onion. Spoon into six greased muffin cups. Bake at 400 degrees F. for 12-14 minutes or until a toothpick comes out clean. Cool for 5 minutes before removing from pan to a wire rack. Makes 6 biscuits. (Duh)

Recipe #2

This is the best coffee cake recipe I've found. It's excellent. I got the recipe from

Coffee Cake

2 cups all-purpose flour
1/4 teaspoon salt
1 tablespoon baking powder
1 cup butter, softened
1 cup sour cream
1 1/2 cups white sugar
2 eggs
1 tablespoon vanilla extract

1/2 cup brown sugar
1 cup chopped pecans
1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
2 tablespoons butter, melted

Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Line a 9x13 inch pan with aluminum foil, and lightly grease with vegetable oil or cooking spray. Sift together the flour, baking powder, and salt; set aside.

In a large bowl, cream the butter until light and fluffy. Gradually beat in sour cream, then beat in sugar. Beat in the eggs one at a time, then stir in the vanilla. By hand, fold in the flour mixture, mixing just until incorporated. Spread batter into prepared pan.

To make the Pecan Topping: In a medium bowl, mix together brown sugar, pecans and cinnamon. Stir in melted butter until crumbly. Sprinkle over cake batter in pan.

Bake in the preheated oven for 30 to 35 minutes, or until a toothpick inserted into the center of the cake comes out clean. Let cool in pan for 10 minutes, then turn out onto a wire rack, and remove foil.

Monday, June 05, 2006

Your Feet are Nas-tay. Oh, And Sexy

New Shoes

I finally got the shoes I ordered forever and a day ago. They've been on backorder. I'd really given up on ever getting them. Did you know that you can't post pictures of your feet, or even talk about feet on Ebay? If you were selling shoes and mentioned something about your feet, Ebay would not allow your shoes to be posted for sale there. You would have to omit all talk about feet. It has something to do with people with foot fetishes. Isn't that weird? Here is an actual letter from someone at Ebay explaining why a particular listing for shoes was pulled:

"Since there are sellers who list shoes as fetish items, eBay has adopted strict guidelines for the listing of used shoes. The following are some examples of what is considered inappropriate in listings on the general site:

* Marketing the person who wore the clothing, rather than the clothing item itself. ("TYLER'S used/worn shoes", "MY used socks", "JOCK WORN/USED", "FRAT BOY WORN/USED", "I have worn this shirt daily as I work out", etc.).

* Any reference to odor or stains. (Ewww!)

* No reference to "fetish", "special request" or other sexual innuendo is allowed.

* Indicating the item has not been or will not be properly cleaned (any reference to odor, shipping in a zip lock bag, etc.).

* Images showing the sellers face, whole body or that are sexually suggestive or otherwise inappropriate. In listings for used shoes or socks, the image cannot show above the knee, and the foot must be totally inside of the item being sold (no bare foot in a sock auction; no foot outside shoe even partially, in a shoe auction, etc.)."

This was taken from Rob's Sunday, April 16, 2006 entry.

Sunday, June 04, 2006

Trajedy & Triumph


Triumph! (AA sobriety coins)

NASCAR & Laundry

Today was all about watching NASCAR and doing laundry. That's my usual Sunday. I don't feel very loquacious with my thoughts today, so I'll bid you adieu and try again tomorrow.

Saturday, June 03, 2006

Fish Tacos

We ended up going out for dinner at a Mexican place last night. This is the chandalier in the front part of the restaurant. You can't really see much of the mural, but it was really neat looking. Let me now tell you about the "Fish Tacos" I had. I put fish tacos in quotes because these were the weirdest things ever. A more fitting name would have been Fish Stick & Coleslaw Ice Cream Cone Special because that's exactly what it was. They had made these ice cream cone shaped tortilla shells and stuck fish sticks inside, then stuffed them with lots of heavily-mayonnaised coleslaw. That was it. Fish tacos, my ass. I can't believe I didn't take a picture of them. I must have been distracted by the pretty lights.

Friday, June 02, 2006

California Jewels & Spanish/French Caffeine

My sister gave me this bracelet. It's much more sparkly and colorful than it shows in this picture. The black beads are magnetized and that's the only thing that holds it on. Isn't that cool? I haven't seen these in Texas yet. She brought mine from California. California, where they get all the cool stuff first apparently. Probably because it's not twice the temperature of the sun there like it is here.

I got rid of the blueberry bars. My mom is having some neighbors over to play marbles tonight so I sent them home with her. If I didn't, I would eat all of them myself and my ass would explode. I finally have my ever-so-easily-exploding ass under control and down to a normal size. Don't want to screw it up. Remember, lots of good food = giant-sized ass. Aren't you glad I've solved that mystery for you? You're welcome.

They've loaded me up with work again on a Friday. I swear they save it all up and send it all on Friday and then want it done by Monday. I'm not complaining though. At least I don't have to get up Monday through Friday, put on fancy clothes, drive in traffic, and put up with co-worker freaks as long as business is good. I can set my own hours, stay home with my dogs, get up late, and work in my pajamas or half-nekkid if I want. Fully nekkid would just be wrong. What's the matter with you?

I'm off to help K load the kayaks up. We sold them and are delivering them to their new owners tonight. I'm going to try to weasle a stop at Starbucks out of him too. Shouldn't be too hard since he likes it as much as I do. Frappaccinos are so damn good. The light ones are good too. I can't tell the difference. I hear they have a new banana/coconut flavor. I need to check it out. He goes for the triple grande soy latte. Isn't the word grande Spanish and the word latte French? What's up with that?

Thursday, June 01, 2006

Blueberry Bars

Mmmm, Blueberry Bars

This is dangerous. There’s nothing to watch on TV and K is reading a book. In my current state of bordomness, I could start blabbering here and spill all kinds of dark secrets. Wouldn't that be fun for you? I have nothing to do except walk/run on the treadmill, and we all know that ain’t happenin. Well, it could, but I ate a giant wad of blueberry bar and now I’m sick. Since I’m bored, I’ll post the recipe for you even though it's not Tuesday.

Blueberry Bars

1 ½ cups rolled oats
1 ½ cups sifted flour
¼ tsp salt
¾ tsp baking soda
1 cup packed brown sugar
¾ cup (1 ½ sticks) cold butter or margarine
1 can blueberry pie filling (or cherry)

Preheat over to 350 degrees.
In a large bowl, combine oats, flour, salt, brown sugar, and baking soda. Mix in the butter until crumbly. Press half of the mixture into the bottom of a 9-inch square baking pan that has been sprayed with Pam. Spread pie filling over the base and pat the remaining crumb mixture on top. Bake for 25-30 minutes until top is lightly toasted. Cool completely before cutting into squares.

These are seriously good, y'all. They're not too sickly sweet like I expected. It was originally a date bar recipe, but I used a can of blueberry pie filling in the middle instead.

About Your Comments to "Pretty Boy" Entry

Good Lord, people! I never said I was attracted to him, just that he's pretty! He's a boy. I like men! Wait. No, yes, that's right. I like men. I got scared for a second that I said something weird. I do like men. That's not weird. Not men in general, but men, as in older males. Not all of them, but --- Gah! To hell with it. Forget I said anything.

Words Challenge

The words for Monday's pictures are:


Pretty Boy

Kasey Kahne

Is this guy beautiful, or what? That happens to be a really great picture. On TV he looks more like a young boy, albeit a pretty one. No good can come of being that good-looking. I have no idea why I wanted to share this, but there it is. Extraordinary, isn't it? Or is it just me?

More later.